Nicoleâs heart raced, as if he were about to ki*s her.
She started to panic, but then felt a cool breeze on her cheek.
Roscoe was blowing on her eyes, gently and with careâ¦
He whispered, âJust blow on it, and it wonât hurt.
â
Hearing those words, Nicole felt an urge to cry even more.
Her dad used to say the same thing when she was little.
âSweetheart, just blow on it, and it wonât hurtâ¦â
Now, she realized the person who used to say that with such kindness would never say it again.
A wave of sadness washed over her, and tears streamed down her face.
Roscoe suddenly tightened his hold on Nicoleâs arm and wrapped his arms around her tightly.
Nicole instinctively tried to pull away, only to freeze when he whispered, âNo.
â
Trembling, Nicole asked, âWhat?â
Roscoe replied firmly, âIâm not giving up that easily.
I know I Like you.
If youâre not ready now, I can wait as long as it takes.
But donât ask me to leave you.
That I cannot do.
â
If Nicole hadnât subconsciously tried to hide the hickeys, Roscoe might have walked away, heartbroken.
Yet, subconscious actions revealed the truth, and Roscoe noted her struggles.
At that moment, Nicole felt truly afraid.
His intense declaration sparked a fear in her like never before.
She felt she didnât deserve the adoration in Roscoeâs gaze.
In a voice devoid of emotion, Nicole stated, âI donât like you.
Iâve made that clear.
â
Roscoe, undeterred, said gently, âItâs fine.
My love for you is enough.
â
Tears started streaming down Nicoleâs face, unstoppable.
Her heart, scarred from past hurts, found the depth of his love too much to handle.
Through her tears, she said, âRoscoe, why canât you see? You shouldnât love me.
â
Nicole wanted to say more, but as she looked into Roscoeâs sincere and warm eyes, she found herself at a loss for words.
She couldnât bear to cause him any more pain with words.
Late at night.
In the hospital corridor.
Roscoe was by the window, gazing into the darkness of the night, his expression turnin g cold.
After a moment of silence, he finally said into the phone, âIâm coming back.
â
Once the call ended, Roscoe went back to Nicoleâs ward and sat next to the bed, watching Nicole closely.
Nicoleâs eyelashes were damp, and she shed two tears while she dreamed.
He gently held her hand, tucked her in, and said so softly it was almost hard to hear, âNicole, you wonât be alone.
â
The moonlight cast a gentle glow on Roscoeâs calm and clear face.
Roscoe watched Nicole with an affectionate look.
He grasped that having met someone so dazzling as Nicole from his younger years meant his irresistible love for her right after the spark of love at first sight.
On the quiet corridor.
Bang! Suddenly, a thermos was thrown into the trash can.